Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2001 09:36:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: John O'Connor
Subject: The VegaStrip
Title: The VegaStrip (lesbian celebrity-first time)
Author: John O'Connor
Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Sam & Janet.
Category: First time.
Date: 11 October 2001.
Series: None.
Website: http://www.ma-at.net/Sam-and-Janet-God
Disclaimer: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions,
Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions,
and Gekko Productions. This story is for entertainment
purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No
copyright infringement is intended. The original
characters, situations, and story are the property of
the author.
Summary: SG-1, less Teal'c, and Janet Fraiser spend
some down time in Las Vegas.
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The VegaStrip
"Okay, campers. We're here!" Jack O'Neill announced
as he stepped out of the Air Force van. He was
followed by Samantha Carter, Janet Fraiser, and lastly
Daniel Jackson. All were in Air Force casual dress
except Daniel who was in jeans and a t-shirt.
Here was the Plaza Hotel in downtown Las Vegas. SG-1,
accompanied by Doctor Fraiser, had delivered a
particularly delicate biological sample to the Groom
Lake storage facility, also known as Area 51. As a
result of virtual non-stop work shifts for the five
people, General Hammond had given them a long weekend
to do with what they wanted. Jack had talked them
into a Las Vegas vacation. Not everyone was present
though.
No one walking down the sidewalk paid any attention to
the uniformed group, as the airman who had driven them
in handed the foursome their bags.
Sam smiled as she recalled the exchange between Teal'c
and the colonel while they were still at Groom Lake.
* * * * * *
Several hours earlier:
"Aw, c'mon, Teal'c! Why not?" Jack said in a
near-whine.
"I do not understand your need to go to this place,
O'Neill." The black giant regarded his friend
quizzically.
"What's not to understand? It's Vegas! Gambling,
shows, booze, cheap food, pretty girls! It's a
vacation from the inside of the Mountain, for Christ'
sake," Jack replied.
Teal'c raised an eyebrow and said, "You Tauri spend
your lives in the pursuit of your currency, often to
the detriment of others. Now, you wish to partake in
games of chance to lose this currency. There is no
logic to this."
"Logic? What're you? Spock? Teal'c, it's called
relaxation. Fun!" O'Neill looked up at his friend
and added, "You should try it sometime."
"Indeed. Relaxing like your fishing trips?"
O'Neill shrugged, "Alright, so you don't get fishing.
Or camping. Or team sports." He said it in a tone of
voice that clearly showed he couldn't understand how
anyone couldn't like fishing. "But this is all bright
lights and good times. Pretty girls. Fun."
"It may be as you say, O'Neill. However, I feel my
time would be better spent training new personnel
about the dangers of the System Lords."
Jack opened his mouth then shut it when he saw the
expression on Teal'c's face. An expression that told
Jack he'd have an easier time getting the Lincoln
Memorial in Washington to crack a smile.
"Alright then, Teal'c. Just means more fun for us!"
None of the other SGC people had any idea how Jack
figured this out but they were too busy trying not to
laugh at the colonel's futile attempts to change the
Jaffa's mind.
In the end, they all piled in the Air Force van.
After Teal'c was dropped at Nellis to catch a
transport back to Colorado Springs, they proceeded on
to Las Vegas.
* * * * * *
Back at the curb, Sam hoisted her large tote bag,
emblazoned with the Air Force logo, onto her shoulder,
she noticed that Janet was struggling with hers.
"Need some help, Doctor?" she teased.
"No thank you," Janet responded.
Sam shrugged, and turned to follow Jack and Daniel
into the hotel's lobby. She stopped when she heard a
plaintive call behind her.
"Sam! Help!"
Sam turned and smiled pityingly at Janet. The poor
woman was sitting on her bag, frustration written all
over her face. Sam's smile faded, she was not the
type to take pleasure in other's misfortunes.
Usually.
Stepping back over, Sam held out her hand, "Hey,
c'mon. We'll get a cart, since there are no bell hops
around." Sam's gaze swept the sidewalk and the drive
area as she said this. Seeing no carts or bellhops,
she muttered, "Where are they anyway?"
Janet took Sam's proferred hand and pulled herself
upright. "Thanks, Sam. I wish Teal'c was here, he
didn't even break a sweat."
Sam waved off the brunette's thanks as she hoisted
Janet's bag on her other shoulder.
"Jesus! What do you have in here? Bricks?"
"My ex said the same thing when we went on our
honeymoon!" Janet laughed. "I just never know what to
pack." Then she grabbed Sam's bag, saying, "It's only
fair."
As they walked into the lobby, Janet nodded back
towards Fremont Street and the large canopy over it.
"That is supposed to be pretty impressive at night."
"Yeah, well, we'll have plenty of time to see it when
it's dark. I want to get rid of this ten-ton bag of
yours," Sam replied.
The canopy over Fremont had turned the old street into
a pedestrian mall four blocks long. The canopy itself
was a tremendous light and music show after dark.
Almost more entertaining than the shows down on the
Strip.
They were both smiling as they reached the desk where
Jack was finishing up with checking in. "Okay, thank
you. No, we don't need help with our bags, thanks,"
Jack told the desk clerk, completely oblivious to the
looks on the women's faces. Turning, he handed a pair
of key cards to them and another to Daniel.
"Okay, we're in the Tower, rooms 616 and 622. You two
get 616. Unless you want to do boy/girl, boy/girl?"
Jack leered.
"Thank you, but no, Colonel. Janet and I will be just
fine in 616," Sam said as they began to make their way
through the casino to the elevators.
Jack looked around the casino as they crossed it and
saw the Sports Book behind one of the bars. Smiling,
he handed his bag and jacket to Daniel and said, "I'll
be up in a bit. I just want to put a little wager
down on the Bears for this season."
Daniel rolled his eyes, "He never learns." Sam shook
her head and smiled.
Janet looked confused, "What won't he learn?"
"He always takes the Bears in any bet at the SGC or at
the bar," Daniel said.
"And he always loses," Sam finished.
"Well, not always, Sam. They did win a couple of
games last year," Daniel said.
Janet still looked confused as they reached the
elevators, "Why does he always bet them, then?"
"Hometown favorites. Loyalty. That kind of thing."
Daniel shook his head, not completely understanding a
fan's loyalty to their team, "He loves the Cubs too.
And they've had the worst record in baseball the last
90 years, worse than just about anybody."
They got on the elevator with an older woman who
smiled at them. She brandished a large plastic bucket
about a third full of quarters. "I got lucky on the
slots! Won almost $200.00 on the one machine!"
The three young people smiled their congratulations as
the woman exited on the third floor.
When they got to the sixth, they all turned right and
went down the corridor. Sam and Janet's room was just
past the elevators. Jack and Daniel's just a few
doors down.
As they stopped at 616, Daniel said, "I'm dropping the
bags then heading downstairs. Wanna come?"
Sam shook her head, "No, we were thinking of going to
the pool and getting some sun. It's too nice a day to
spend in a casino."
"Plenty of time for that later," Janet added.
"Okay. What about getting together for dinner?"
"Of course! Look for us at the pool or back here,"
Sam responded.
With a wave over his shoulder, Daniel continued down
the hall, as Sam opened their door.
Stepping in, she stopped and stared. The was only one
king-size bed! "Hey!"
Janet looked around her friend who was still blocking
the door, "What? Sam, could you move please? Oh?
Hey!"
Sam set Janet's bag down with a sigh and went to the
phone to call the desk. Janet shook her head and went
into the bathroom while Sam began a harangue the
operator.
Stepping back out, Janet saw the look on Sam's face.
'Oh, this is not good.'
"There's a convention in the hotel, some Midwestern
realtor thing, and all they have left are singles!
Damn!" Sam told Janet.
"Well, at least the bed's big enough for two," Janet
offered. "And the view is great!"
The window of the room opened to the southwest. The
view from the downtown hotel was of the Strip and it's
various towers. Beyond were the arid desert mountains
that ringed Las Vegas.
"Yeah, well, let's unpack," Sam said grumpily. "And I
want at least one drawer." Then she quickly called
Daniel and Jack's room.
Smiling wickedly, she said, "They only have one
king-size bed too!"
"Good!" was all Janet had to say, with an equally
sinister smile.
Janet heaved her bag up on the bed with a loud grunt.
the entire frame shook when the bag landed. "Don't
say anything!" the doctor warned. "I brought some
gear along in case there was a problem with the
transport."
Sam shook her head, "Well, why didn't you let Teal'c
take it back with him?"
Janet grinned sheepishly, "I forgot."
Sam was putting her things away when she yelled, "Oh,
goddammit!"
"What? What's wrong, hon?" Janet asked.
"I forgot my bathing suit, damnit!"
Janet smiled, relieved that it was such a small thing.
"Don't worry about it. I brought two. I always
overpack." She fished in her bag, past the steel
containers of medical gear. Pulling the object of her
search out, she tossed it to Sam, who deftly caught
it. "How 'bout this?"
Sam held up the two parts of a white bikini, "I don't
know...a bikini? Alright, what the hell!" Sam began
to remove her uniform to change.
Janet almost said something when she turned around but
realized it was pointless to worry. She'd seen Sam
naked so many times, once more wouldn't matter.
As Sam removed her underwear, she said, "C'mon Janet.
Get a move on. Let's not waste any of this sunshine."
The slim brunette began to remove her uniform as well.
As she shed the blouse and pants, Sam said, "Why
Doctor, you have skin!"
"Quiet, you!" Janet laughed. Then seeing Sam pull on
the bikini bra, she added, "Hey, don't stretch that
all out of shape!"
"Yeah, it is a little tight," Sam said, fastening the
clasp between her breasts. She almost added that,
given her size, Janet had nothing to worry about in
that department before she stopped herself. 'No need
to give her the wrong impression,' Sam thought,
followed by, 'This top is a little too small.'
She heaved Janet's bag into the half-closet with her
own while Janet finished getting ready. Sam noticed
that while Janet had distinctive tan lines on her
hips, they weren't as obvious on her upper body. 'The
joys of a fenced-in back yard?' she mused, the thought
of the smaller woman laying topless in her backyard
flashing in her mind.
As Janet fastened her bikini top over her slightly
smaller chest, she asked, "Ready?" Without being
obvious, Janet noticed Sam was more than filling her
borrowed top, 'Why can't it look like that on me?'
Sam nodded, "Ready." Then she asked, "Hey, what about
sun block? I haven't had the chance to tan as much as
you obviously have."
Janet grabbed her toilet article kit and pulled out a
bottle with a grade of SPF 15. "Satisfied?"
Sam nodded and grabbed her keycard and a couple of
towels from the bathroom. Opening the door, she
gestured for Janet to precede her out.
The Plaza's pool was on the rooftop over the lobby and
casino, with the tower looming above it, fortunately
not blocking the sun. For late April it was quite
comfortably warm.
As they walked past the shimmering water, Sam spied
two lounge chairs next to each other across the hot
pavement. Walking gingerly, she led Janet over.
"We need to get some sandals or something. This
concrete is hot!" the blonde declared as she sat on
one of the recliners. Janet nodded, laying back to
bask in the sun.
"I'm going for a dip first," Sam said.
"That sounds great!" Janet replied.
The two friends jumped into the pool and spent several
minutes splashing each other like little kids before
Sam began to swim slow leisurely laps. Janet sat on
the submerged steps and let the water lap at her upper
chest and neck, her dark hair hanging loosely, the
ends adrift in the water.
Sighing in contentment, she stood up and walked back
to the chairs. As she dried off, she watched Sam
climb out of the pool, the water cascading off her
slender figure, 'Like Venus or something. Absolutely
beautiful!'
"What're you smiling at?" Sam said as she toweled
off.
"Oh, uh, nothing. Just that I feel so relaxed right
now," Janet said hastily. She was a little
embarrassed at the path her thoughts had been about to
follow.
Janet offered to rub the tanning lotion on Sam's back.
Sam simply nodded as she lay on her stomach. The
warm sun felt great on her back. The sudden feel of
cool lotion caused her to gasp aloud.
"You okay?" Janet asked.
Sam nodded, "The lotion's cold!" She sighed to
herself when she felt Janet's hands rub it on her
back. The slow, circular motion of the doctor's
gentle hands was incredibly relaxing. she felt
herself drifting from the sensation. Until it
stopped.
"My turn!" Janet said as she sat back. She rubbed the
remainder of the lotion on her hands onto her legs
before laying in her stomach.
Sam slowly got up and squirted the some of the lotion
on Janet's back. The bottle made a farting noise and
Sam quickly said, "Wasn't me!" as Janet started to
raise her head.
As Sam smeared the sun block on Janet's back, she was
impressed by how tight and smooth her skin was. The
doctor obviously put in some time in the gym.
Janet smiled as she felt the strong hands of her
friend begin to rub her back. She found it hard to
believe that those same hands wielded weapons so
easily or that they had defeated a warrior in hand to
hand combat.
Sam finished with Janet's back and lay back down on
the chair. Letting the sun bake into her skin, she
felt herself really relax for the first time in weeks.
After almost an hour, they were both about to head
back to the room. Janet was concerned with them
getting burned, even though they both had a start at a
tan when they came out. Before they forced themselves
up, they heard a familiar voice across the deck.
"Daniel, I don't see our two friends up here! Let's
go ask those two hot chicks over there if they've seen
them," Jack said.
"Excuse me ladies, have you seen two rather frumpy
women in Air Force uniforms around..." Janet and Sam
glared at him over their sunglasses. "Why, Doctor
Jackson, these two lovelies are our colleagues! I
must
say I'm impressed!"
"Colonel..." Janet said warningly.
Sam sat up, looked at Janet, and asked, "Frumpy?
Doctor, did he call us frumpy?"
Janet also rose, "Why I believe he did, Major! Isn't
that a dunking offense?"
They both advanced on O'Neill who stood his ground
until he realized his ground was dangerously close to
the pool's edge. "Hey! I'm still in uniform here!"
he protested as he stood there with his hands up in a
defensive stance. He was still in his regulation
shirt and slacks.
Daniel intervened saying, "Um, ladies, we came up here
to invite you to dinner tonight. It's on Jack!"
"Why this sudden largesse?" Sam asked, still ready to
push her CO in if necessary.
"Well, I did okay downstairs," Jack began.
"Except at craps," Daniel interjected.
"Yes, well, it was only $50.00. And that was from my
blackjack winnings. I took almost $175.00 from one of
the blackjack tables!"
"Well, Colonel, looks like you're off the hook," Janet
said. Sam nodded as they all strolled into the hotel
and on to their rooms.
As they reached their floor, Jack said, "Tonight's on
me! Whatever you ladies want; steak,
lobster...whatever. And I have the entertainment
covered too. Meet at 7?"
Jack followed Daniel down the hall after they had
agreed that 7 would be good. He hadn't been to their
room yet, so Sam and Janet stood at their door to see
his reaction.
Just as Daniel opened the door and stepped aside to
let Jack enter, the hall resounded with Jack's shout.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? ONE BED!?!"
The girls quickly ducked into their room, laughing
uproariously.
They took turns showering and dressing for the
evening. Janet also checked her home answering
machine for any messages from Cassie, who was away at
summer camp. "No news is good news," was her comment.
Sam got dressed as Janet was showering, putting on a
white, sleeveless top and a denim, wraparound skirt
with sandals.
Janet complimented her as the brunette pulled on a
brightly flowered sundress. She left her hair loose
around her shoulders with a slight curl to it.
As they took one final look in the large, bathroom
mirror, Sam joked, "Look out, Vegas! We are hot
tonight!"
They were all to rendezvous at the casino bar. Sam
and Janet found Jack already downing a beer. Sitting
down on either side of him, they ordered drinks.
"You look down, sir. What's the matter?" Sam asked,
trying not to smile.
"The damned rooms!"
"What's wrong with the rooms?" Janet asked. She was
enjoying this almost as much as Sam.
"You know damned well what's wrong! One bed! One
stinking bed!" Jack took a long swallow from his
bottle. "And, they don't have any more rooms
available. Somehow we got the last two!"
"It can't be that bad, sir." Sam took a drink after
saying that to cover the grin she couldn't suppress.
"Oh, come on, Carter! I have to share a bed with
Snore-along Cassidy! Him and his damned allergies!"
Sam nodded, trying to seem like she commiserated with
Jack. Daniel did have a tendency to snore, a fact
noted by any offworld travelers when they had to
rough it.
"If it's any consolation, Colonel, I have allergies
too. Remember?" Janet asked.
Sam looked up quickly at Janet. 'Allergies? Please
God, don't make her a snorer!'
At that moment, Daniel strolled up. "Hey guys! Have
we decided where we're eating dinner?"
"Some place where you're not allergic to the food!"
Jack declared. Sam and Janet both snorted a laugh at
that as Daniel stood looking confused.
"Excuse me?" the young archaeologist asked.
"Never mind, Daniel. Let it go," Sam said.
Jack drained the last of his beer, stood and said,
"Alright troops, let's go!"
Sam and Janet stood up, grabbed their unfinished
drinks and trailed after Jack. Daniel managed to pay
for his and scrambled after the trio, drink in hand.
They piled into a cab, with Jack riding shotgun, and
headed for the strip. They all decided to trust the
cabbie's judgment for the best restaurant on the
Strip. Jack's only stipulation was that they served
beef.
After being dropped off at the entrance to the Mirage,
they found Kokomo's and managed to get a table fairly
quickly. Sam and Jack both warily eyed the decor:
rain forest mixed with Vegas. Janet and Daniel seemed
to find it quite interesting.
After ordering (Janet ordered Russian crab claws, Sam:
barbecued ribs, Daniel: lamb chops, and Jack: prime
rib), Jack began to bitch about the rooms again.
Daniel finally had enough and said, "Jack, the girl at
the desk told you it was a single. I also said it.
You agreed to take the room!"
"I was watching one of the Keno girls, I didn't know
what I was saying. Why didn't you tell me?" he asked
Sam.
"I was helping Janet with her bag, sir. And we didn't
know until we got to the room."
"Ah, the hell with it! I won't be in there much
anyway," Jack decided.
They all sat back and enjoyed their dinner.
Afterwards, they gambled awhile in the casino before
going out into the late twilit evening.
They stopped in the front of the Mirage and waited for
the Volcano go off in a loud eruption of colored
lights and steam. Jack and Sam fell into a heated
discussion of the relative merits of the old series
"Gilligan's Island" while they waited for the blast.
("How come the Skipper is still so fat eating fruit
and fish all the time?" "How can the Professor make a
reactor out of two coconuts and a copper wire but he
couldn't fix a hole in a boat?" "Why did the Howells
and the girls take so many clothes on a three-hour
tour?") Janet and Daniel quietly pretended not to
know their friends.
Finally, after the eruption, the strolled next door to
Treasure Island and watched the Pirate Battle. Jack
fell into his Long John Silver routine with lots of
"Aarr"'s and "matey"'s. Sam didn't join in this time
with Jack. She opted to go along with Janet and
Daniel in pretending they didn't know this crazy man
next to them.
After the pirates attack ended, they all piled into
another cab and Jack gave the driver an address the
others didn't recognize.
"Where are we headed to?" Daniel asked.
"Oh, just a little club I know about. Relax, it'll be
fun!" Jack answered. The others knew from experience
that when Jack said relax it was time to worry.
Sam leaned her head near Janet's and whispered, "Just
follow my lead. We'll be fine." Janet nodded as if
she didn't believe her friend.
The cab headed north, passing the eastern edge of the
canopy over Fremont Street. It was running and the
visuals were stunning even for such a short look as
they rode past. The cab proceeded on into the
relatively darker area of Las Vegas.
"You know, it's not any darker here than Colorado
Springs at night, but after the glare of all that
neon, it seems almost Stygian," Daniel stated.
"Stygian?" Jack turned and looked at his younger
friend. "Can we not use big words this weekend?"
"Sure, Jack," Daniel agreed. "Whatever makes you
happy."
Janet and Sam just quietly sat in the back seat and
chuckled to themselves. Wherever this trip took them,
at least they had entertainment along the way.
Soon, the cab pulled into a drive before a
neon-trimmed building. The sign identified it as the
Palomino. As they exited the cab, Daniel realized
where they were and moaned, "Oh no, Jack, you can't be
serious!"
"As a heart attack, Danny-boy," Jack boomed as he
slung his arm over Daniel's shoulder.
Hearing the deep bass when the door opened and two
slightly drunk businessmen walked out and claimed
their cab, Janet asked, "Discotheque?"
Sam's eyes widened and she shook her head, "No, Janet,
I don't think so..."
Daniel tried once more, "Jack, this is not a good
idea. This could be construed as sexual harassment,
Jack. Jack?"
But Jack was already stepping into the small lobby and
talking to one of the largest men Janet had ever seen.
Leaning towards Sam, she whispered, "That guy is a
walking mountain!"
Noting the tuxedo the giant was wearing, Sam nodded
and said, "He must go to Omar the Tentmaker for his
suits." Janet started to giggle as the man pulled
open the inner door to usher them in. The music
washed over them in a wave of sound just as the song
ended and the patrons began to clap and cheer.
The foursome was led towards the front of the darkened
room and seated at the edge of a small stage. The
stage was much like the kind fashion shows and beauty
pageants were held on, with a walkway extending out
from the center into the crowd. In the middle of the
main part of the stage, before a shimmering curtain,
was a single chrome bar thrusting vertically from the
floor up to disappear in the gloom near the ceiling.
Janet was still puzzled as to what kind of club they
were in when a scantily clad waitress came up and
asked what they were drinking. As she leaned between
Sam and Janet, the girl's bosom threatened to pop open
her flimsy top. When they looked at her as they gave
their orders, they couldn't help but see all the
creamy flesh exposed and the deep shadow of her
cleavage.
The lights dimmed and a spotlight began to track
around the stage as an unseen announcer said, "Ladies
and Gentlemen! Next on our stage is a favorite of the
Palomino Club. She's a real belle of the ball!
Please extend a warm welcome to Dixxie Carter!"
"Relative of yours, Carter?" Jack asked.
Sam was about to respond when the curtain parted and a
blonde in a Scarlett O'Hara gown stepped out. The
music began to throb with a heavy bass as the woman
began dancing across the stage. Whenever she swung
her hips, the motion was exaggerated by the hoop skirt
she wore.
"Oh my God! Sam! This is a strip club!" Janet said
in a loud whisper that Sam could barely hear over the
music.
Sam looked as Janet with a deadpan expression, "No?
Ya think?"
"Sam, what...we don't..."
"Janet, listen, this is Jack trying to get our goat.
Just play along. If we don't react the way he wants,
we'll be outta here faster than the hoop skirt could
hit the floor." Sam nodded towards the stage and the
dancer, as if picking up on Sam's cue, dropped her
dress. Then she unclipped her hair and shook it
loose.
"Sam..." Janet started to say something when she
realized the dancer was wearing nothing but a thin
g-string, garters on both thighs, and high heels.
Staring at the large breasts, Janet finally said,
"Those can't be real!"
The crowd, predominantly men of course, started to
cheer and whistle. Some of them at the edge of the
stage began to hold up dollar bills. As Dixxie danced
by them, she would pause and they would slip the bills
into her garter or, occasionally, her g-string.
As the song built up to a crescendo, Dixxie's
gyrations increased and she used the pole to spin
around in the course of her dancing. Just as the
music reached a climactic moment, she dropped to the
stage and the lights went out.
Sam said to Janet quietly, "Follow my lead. This will
really upset the colonel's applecart." Sam showed
Janet a small handful of bills.
"Oh no, Sam...you aren't..." Janet then smiled and
added, "Are you sure...?"
"Trust me!" And Janet did, Sam had never steered her
wrong yet. She reached into her purse and found a few
singles as well.
When the waitress returned with their drinks, Janet
got five more ones for a $5 bill. Jack saw the
singles in the ladies' hands and felt a little worm of
doubt in his gut. Daniel saw the money too and smiled
as he realized they were about to turn the tables on
Jack O'Neill.
As the lights came up, Dixxie slowly peeled off the
g-string and, in typical burlesque fashion, swung it
around her head and let it fly into the audience.
Janet sat holding her dollars in her lap, thinking,
'This is too much! Sam expects me to put money in a
girl's g-string? And what am I doing getting change
for a five?'
Sam reached up as Dixxie came to their side of the
stage and slipped a single under her garter. This won
a round of applause from the audience and a big hip
wiggle from Dixxie.
Jack coughed up some of the scotch he was trying to
drink when he saw this. Daniel patted his back, "You
okay, Jack?"
"Fine, fine," Jack managed to sputter.
As Dixxie did her last turn around the stage, Janet
just sat there rigid in her seat. The woman was
showing it all! And getting right in the faces of
some of the audience members!
After a few moments, the announcer came back and began
another intro. "Everyone, our next entertainer has
been featured in such fine periodicals as 'Penthouse'
and 'Gallery.' This is her first time at the
Palomino. Let's hear it for Jazmine!"
A tall redhead strolled out from backstage to the
heavy beat. Jazmine wore a red, sequined gown slit up
the sides to her hips and elbow-length, red gloves.
As she began her dance, she first rolled one of the
gloves down her arm and slowly tugged it off. Then
she walked the perimeter, trailing the long glove over
the heads of the customers.
As the glove slid over Sam's hair and then Janet's,
the doctor felt an unusual shiver, not entirely
unpleasant, roll through her.
The glove ended up in the lap of one of the lucky men
at the front of the crowd. The second soon followed
the first in a transit around the stage. The
redheaded dancer leaned down and draped it around
Jack's neck like a scarf. Jack happily slid a single
into the valley between her breasts.
Jazmine slowly removed her dress, leaving her in
heels, garters, and a red g-string with sequins at the
end of her first dance. As the lights and music came
up again, she was on her back with her legs in the
air, slowly sliding the g-string up away from her
crotch.
Janet took a hefty swig of her wine, as the sultry
dancer's shaved sex was directly before her eyes. 'I
don't believe this. This is just some strange dream.'
Jazmine slowly spun back to her feet and did some slow
turns, showing off her curves. A small, trimmed
triangle of red hair was visible between her legs.
She began to move around and came up to Sam, who
dutifully slid a single under one of her garters.
As the dancer shifted sideways, she began a sinuous
dance in front of Janet. Sam nudged Janet, indicating
a watching Jack with her head. Janet swallowed,
nodded and reached forward to slide a dollar into the
girl's garter.
Just as that moment, Jazmine, whether by chance or
design, moved so that Janet's hand was thrust up
against her hot, naked sex. With an "Eep!" Janet drew
back, dropping the bill on the stage.
Jazmine smiled seductively at Janet, and slowly
lowered her body, spreading her pussy in the process
in full view of Janet, and swayed back and forth for
several moments before picking up the dollar and
putting it in her garter. As she rose up, she reached
out and ran her fingers along Janet's jaw and dropped
her g-string in the startled doctor's lap.
The crowd was roaring and Jack was goggle-eyed! Even
Daniel was staring. Sam leaned to her friend and
said, "I think you made a friend!" Janet glared at
her and then stared at the stage again.
They stayed for three more sets and Janet found
herself getting bolder, sliding dollars into the next
girl's garter. The last act was a two-some, both
bleached blondes with obvious breast enhancements.
As they began their dance, it was apparent that this
was something else. They were dancing for each other.
The dance got hotter and hotter with each girl
simulating a sexual act on the other.
Janet and Sam couldn't take their eyes away from the
scene in front of them. To tell the truth, neither
could Jack or Daniel. This was nothing any of them
had ever seen before, outside of Jack's small
collection of video tapes.
At one point, one of the girls was stretched out
across the stage facing Janet and Sam. Her partner
was behind her simulating fucking her; thrusting her
hips against the prone girl's hips hard and
rhythmically.
The girl looked each of the women in the eye and
winked. Almost as one, Sam and Janet reached up with
singles and set them on the stage in front of the
girl. It was almost like they'd been hypnotized.
The dancer smiled and, as her partner got up to strut
around the stage, leaned forward and grabbed Sam's
head, kissing her hard and fast. Then, before Janet
could react, she kissed the doctor. Both women sat
stunned, tasting the dancer's tongue as the set drew
to a close with a loud roar.
Daniel took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and
said, "Uh, Jack, I think it's time to go..."
"Yeah, uh yeah. I guess you're right," Jack replied.
"Doc, Carter, we're outta here."
The two visibly shaken women slowly got to their feet
to follow Jack and Daniel out of the club. The
audience applauded them almost as loudly as they had
the dancers.
They piled into a cab, and after Jack directed the
driver to take them back downtown, he turned and
looked into the backseat at his friends with some
concern. "Uh, Doc? Carter?"
Neither one looked at him, they were both still too
stunned by the last act of the show.
"Sam? Janet? C'mon, talk to me." Jack snapped his
fingers in front of them and they both blinked and
stared at him. "I guess I went a little too far. Uh,
I'm, uh, sorry?"
Janet didn't say anything. She wasn't sure what she
felt. She was mad as hell at Jack putting them in
that position. At the same time, she couldn't forget
the shock that seemed to travel from her mouth to her
crotch when the dancer kissed her.
Sam wasn't quite so tongue-tied. "Jack," that was a
bad sign when she used his first name, "I don't know
what you were thinking but that was way over the line!
I know you have your little adolescent pranks you
have to play but this..."
Jack looked at his friends with real regret. Sam saw
that and knew the evening had gone farther than even
he had planned. She swallowed the rest of her
scolding, for that was what it was, and simply said,
"Jack, you might want to leave us alone for the rest
of the night."
Daniel, who agreed with Sam, said, "I promise we'll
stay away from you until you, well, you know..." Jack
nodded dumbly, true regret in his eyes.
As the cab pulled up to the Plaza, Sam grabbed Janet's
arm and they marched across the street to the Fremont
Street Mall and into the crowds beneath the canopy.
They both ignored the lights, images, and sounds from
the canopy and walked into Binion's Golden Horseshoe.
They walked past the display case with ten $100,000
bills (the only million dollars on display in the
world) and into a small lounge. As they sat at the
bar, the only words spoken were for the drinks they
ordered. Each woman was acutely aware of the presence
of the other.
Finally after several minutes of silence, Janet looked
at Sam and asked, "What happened back there? I mean,
what the hell happened?"
Sam shook her head, "I don't know. Jack being his
usual arrogant, sexist self?"
Janet gave her friend an evil smile, "Perhaps
something fatal could happen to him..."
"I'd suggest waiting until he comes back from a
mission. Then it wouldn't look as suspicious," Sam
offered.
"Taking us to a strip club! Why not take us to the
Chicken Farm or whatever it's called?" Seeing the
blank look on Sam's face, she added, "It's a legal
whorehouse out in the desert somewhere. My ex- said
he always wanted to go there. Another pig!"
Sam drained her drink and ordered another. "Hey,
Janet. Let's not kill him. Let's just make him
extremely uncomfortable... Remember the old saying
about revenge?"
Janet nodded, "Whad'ya have in mind?"
"Have you ever heard of spiking drinks with Visine?
It's a major diarrhetic."
"Ooo, I like the way your mind works, Major. And it
might be better to do this 'officially' back at the
base. I think I can find something that could make it
an extremely memorable event for the colonel."
Both women shared a Doctor Evil laugh, drawing stares
from some of the other patrons and the bartender.
Sam yawned and said, "Well, I'm heading back. It's
been a long day..."
Janet nodded and indicated a fresh drink, "I'll be up
in a while. Just save me some mattress space."
Sam nodded and walked out of the bar and through the
casino towards the doors leading to Fremont. Once
outside she turned right and headed for the Plaza.
Several minutes later, Sam, wearing an extremely large
t-shirt and gym shorts, turned out the lights and
crawled under the covers.
As she lay there, she could see the lights of the
Strip through the window. For some reason, all the
colorful neon made her think of the Palomino. And
that brought back memories of one of the dancers who
had a trace of resemblance to Janet.
In Sam's mind that trace became magnified and she saw
Janet up there, dancing as she removed her uniform
slowly and sensuously. After the outer garments fell
away, the petit brunette was wearing only the
skimpiest of bikini tops and a g-string.
The image of Janet almost naked, dancing on the stage
seemed almost real to Sam. She was breathing harder
and her pulse was up. She could feel a tingle in her
loins and she knew she'd have to take care of it if
she wanted to sleep.
Feeling guilty as she slipped her hand under the
waistband of her shorts, she began to finger herself
to the image of a now-nude Janet Fraiser.
* * * * * *
Janet sat at the bar and ordered one more drink. when
she opened her purse, she saw the bright red g-string
she had hurriedly shoved in the bag back at the strip
club. It brought back the entire evening in a rush.
Especially the climactic moment when the dancer kissed
her friend and herself.
She was still flustered by the unexpected, but not
unpleasant, kiss the dancer shared with her. It had
been such a long time since she had kissed anyone
quite so intimately. It was something she never felt
comfortable doing unless she felt an emotional
connection with her partner.
This was the first kiss she'd ever shared with a
woman, and it was one of the few she had shared with
someone she wasn't involved with emotionally.
The brunette sighed, wishing that she had been kissing
someone who mattered. Then she would've enjoyed it
more. Someone like...Sam.
She blinked and stared at herself in the mirror behind
the bar. Sam? Where the hell did that come from?
She shook her head thinking maybe she'd had that one
drink too many. Getting up, she left the bartender a
tip and headed out of Binion's.
Reaching the room she was sharing, Janet decided to
enter quietly in case Sam was asleep. As the lock
quietly clicked open, Janet saw the room was dark. As
she pushed the door open, she heard a rustling sound
accompanied by a low moan.
'Nightmare?' she thought, just as her eyes adjusted to
the dim light. She froze at the scene before her.
Sam was laying on top of the blanket, her shorts
around her ankles and one hand busily manipulating her
glistening sex. She had her other hand clamped in her
mouth. As Janet began to back out, the hand slipped
out and Sam moaned "Janet! Oh, Janet!"
The doctor, startled by the words, closed the door and
whispered, "Sam."
Sam sat up, her fingers still between her legs, "Oh,
God! Janet! I, uh, there's...Oh shit!"
Janet stepped up to the bed with a gentle smile on her
face. As she sat next to her friend, she reached down
and gently placed her hand over Sam's hand and her wet
mound.
"Sam, let me do that for you," Janet whispered. Her
fingers began to dance over the aroused flesh and Sam
felt any objections to her friend touching her melt
away.
"Janet? Oooh, that's..." Sam interrupted herself.
"Sshh! Just let me help you. You see, I think I
finally had my eyes opened tonight. It was like the
light bulb in the old cartoons...My God, you are so
wet!" Janet slipped first one finger, then two inside
and Sam groaned as she fell back on the bed.
Janet ran her other hand up Sam's hip and along her
ribcage beneath the shirt until she could feel the
soft, round breast still hidden by the shirt. Gently
caressing the mound, she let her fingers only lightly
graze the nipple.
The scent from between Sam's legs was like nothing
Janet had ever experienced. She was so excited by
this whole unbelievable experience. The rather quiet
doctor would never have thought she could do something
like this.
Sam's hand blindly touched Janet's knee and slid up
her leg. Janet smiled and looked at Sam's face, eyes
closed and mouth agape in pleasure. As the insistent
play of her fingers continued, she began to stroke
Sam's clitoris with the pad of her thumb. Sam's
breathing increased. Suddenly her entire body
shivered and her vagina tightened around Janet's
fingers. With a low "Oooo" she climaxed.
Janet slipped out of Sam and stared in fascination at
the sheen on her fingers while Sam lay there breathing
hard.
Taking a taste, Janet was surprised to find the flavor
salty and musky but she definitely enjoyed it. She
wanted to taste more...
Sam opened her eyes to see Janet tasting the juice
glistening on her fingers. "Hey," she whispered, "I'm
not sure what happened, but thank you."
"You are certainly welcome, but I'd like to do more.
But only if you want to..."
Sam smiled in response and held out her arms. Janet
crawled into the welcome embrace and they just held
each other for a long time. Sam looked at Janet,
gazing into the dark pools of her eyes and quietly
asked, "Why? Why now?"
Janet shook her head, her brown locks tickling Sam's
cheek. "I don't know. I guess it took seeing those
dancers. Wondering what you'd look like up there. I
suddenly realized that I wanted you. I wanted to see
your body that way, not like a doctor but like a
lover. I wanted to feel your curves, explore you,
taste your essence... When I came in and you said my
name while you were...I hoped that meant you felt the
same way."
"I do. I guess I have for a long time. We've become
so close, it almost seems like fate that we should be
lovers. Does that make sense?"
Janet nodded and kissed Sam. It was a deep, wet kiss
like Janet had shared with the dancer but it was so
much better. As they held each other, their tongues
slowly communicated their needs and desires, but above
all their love for each other.
Finally, Sam broke the kiss with a "Whew! You are
some kisser, Doc." The pet name brought an
appreciative smile from the small woman in her arms.
"But I think you might have too much on..."
Janet looked away and out the window as she began to
rise. Sam winced in misunderstanding, "Janet, I'm
sorry. Are we going too fast? We don't..."
Janet kissed her love to silence. "I think we've
waited far too long..." She stood and pulled her
sundress over her head. Then she opened the bra and
removed her panties. In seconds, Janet was completely
naked to Sam's loving gaze.
Looking at the blonde with her oversized t-shirt
bunched up around her hips, Janet smirked, "Now who's
overdressed?" She watched Sam pull the shirt over her
head and toss it aside, as she kicked her short
completely off. "That's better. Now..."
Janet stopped talking as she lay next to Sam again,
their skin almost fusing as they embraced. Janet
kissed Sam again, her tongue dipping quickly into the
other woman's mouth before she began raining kisses
down Sam's cheek and onto her neck.
Sam arched her head back as Janet kissed the soft,
warm skin. She could feel Sam's excitement in the
strong pulse throbbing beneath her lips and tongue.
She followed the pulse down and wrapped her lips
around one erect nipple. Alternately licking the tip
lightly and biting it gently, she had Sam moaning
again.
After suckling Sam's other breast, Janet worked her
way down of Sam's body, licking the thin layer of
sweat off the soft skin. Reaching the woman's belly
button, she wiggled the tip of her tongue inside until
Sam was giggling and moaning. "OooH, Janet! It
tickles but I...Oooh!"
Janet knelt between Sam's legs and began to bathe the
blonde's inner thighs with her tongue. Starting at
the back of the knee, she painted a trail of saliva up
until she felt the soft, damp pubic hair tickle her
nose, then she repeated the action on Sam's other leg.
Sam began to make noises of frustrated pleasure as she
waited for the lovely woman between her legs to bring
her off.
Finally, Janet relented and leaned forward to taste
another woman for the first time. As her tongue
slipped between Sam's outer labia, she found the
flavor more intoxicating than before. Her dark hair
spread out around her, brushing softly across Sam's
skin. As Janet explored Sam's pussy with her tongue,
she reached up with one hand and began to pinch her
nipple.
As Sam began to writhe around on the bed, Janet shoved
her tongue deep into the warm, wet darkness before
licking up to the aroused clit. She traced circles
around the little bud before flicking the end of her
tongue across the tip rapidly. This last action was
all it took and Sam yelled as she came.
Janet lay there, looking up Sam's body smiling. 'God,
she's beautiful!' Janet thought.
Sam opened her eyes and said, "My God, Janet!" then
she reached down and pulled the petite brunette up to
wrap her arms around the woman and kiss her. "I want
to please you, too."
Sam grabbed Janet's round hips and pulled her up.
Janet, realizing what Sam wanted, helped by grabbing
the headboard and pulled herself along. In seconds,
she had her knees planted on either side of Sam's head
as Sam pulled her down.
Janet gasped when she felt Sam's tongue slide between
her legs. The tingles she'd been feeling as she
pleasured her new lover quickly became waves of
pleasure flowing through her body.
Sam for her part, found the previously unknown taste
of another woman to be strong and arousing. Having
just had two orgasms, she was surprised to find she
was becoming excited anew by the taste of this special
woman she was making love to.
Janet leaned against the wall and looked down at Sam,
her hair falling like a curtain on either side of her
face. She could see the top of Sam's face and the
dark eyes looking at her. Janet was overjoyed to see
the eyes smiling up at her.
As Sam manipulated Janet's lips with her tongue, she
squeezed and caressed the firm asscheeks as she held
Janet to her. Thrusting her tongue into the hot
channel as far as she could, she accidentally found
Janet's g-spot and the doctor climaxed loudly on Sam's
face and tongue.
Collapsing and panting rapidly, Janet lay her head on
Sam's breast, her breath tickling the erect nipple
before her. She gasped out, "Sam, that was
fantastic! Go- -od, Sam. I have never
come like that before." Her breath was slowing
but still brushing across Sam's chest.
As they lay together for a few minutes quietly, Janet
glanced out the window and said, "Too bad we couldn't
take a moonlight swim."
"Well, if we were quiet," Sam said.
"What I want to do to you in the water you could
definitely not stay quiet!" Janet cocked an eyebrow at
her love.
"Ooo! Sounds naughty!"
"It is..." Janet leaned over Sam and licked the
blonde's lips open as her dark hair formed a curtain
of privacy for the two new lovers to share kisses.
Several mutually exhilarating orgasms later, Sam
crawled up on her hands and knees to lean over Janet.
Janet craned her head up to taste her juices on Sam's
mouth again. Sam leaned her head down and then her
body on top of Janet's.
"You know, I could get to like this," Sam teased.
Janet ran her fingers up and down Sam's spine and
kissed her lightly, lovingly. "Good."
As they cuddled, Janet said, "You know, maybe what the
colonel did wasn't so bad..."
"Yeah, it helped us find each other. Should we tell
him?" Sam teased while her fingers trailed across
Janet's breasts.
Janet's fingers twined in Sam's pubic hair as she
responded, "Well, maybe not. But he can buy us
breakfast. We'll need to build up our strength after
all this..."
Sam leaned across Janet and grabbed the phone, "Room
622 please. Thank you." She winked at Janet, "I hope
we wake them up..."
"Evil," Janet said as she shook her head, laughing.
While Sam waited for an answer, she kissed Janet
again. "Hello, Colonel. No, I didn't realize it was
3 AM. But I just thought you should know that Janet
and I talked about it and we'll keep last night
between us. Yessir. Well, now that you mention it,
we'd rather not have to pay for any food or drink
while we're here. Yes. Hang on a minute," Sam cupped
the receiver as Janet nudged her.
"Make him take us to some real shows," Janet said
eagerly. "No naked anybody..."
"Oh, and sir? We'd like to see Siegfried and Roy.
And Tom Jones. Yes, thank you, Colonel. See you in
the morning. Pleasant dreams," Sam winced at Jack's
final comment as she replaced the receiver. "He had
just fallen asleep when we called." Sam was smirking.
Janet giggled at that, "Just now?"
"Apparently, Daniel's sinuses are worse in an air
conditioned room and he's snoring up a storm," Sam
laughed. Then she looked at Janet, "Hey, what about
your allergies?"
"I don't sleep on my back," Janet offered.
Sam wrapped her arms around the smaller woman,
deciding that snoring would be a small price to pay to
be with her.
* * * * * *
The morning dawned bright and Janet opened her eyes,
forgetting for a moment where she was. Then she
remembered and looked over to see the lovely nude form
of her lover laying face down on the bed, sheets
twined around her lower legs leaving the rest exposed.
Janet looked at the small mole on Sam's rounded cheek.
Smiling to herself, she leaned over and kissed it.
Janet opened her lips and lightly sucked on the small
dark spot.
Sam moaned and looked back over her shoulder to see a
curtain of brown hair cascading over her ass. Janet
was giving her a hicky!
"Hey," she said softly. "What are you doing?"
Janet looked up and said, "For years, even before I
ever considered making love to you, I've been
fascinated by this mole and just wanted to kiss it.
So..."
Janet lowered her face to Sam's ass again. As she
resumed her playful attack, the phone rang.
Sam reached over and picked up the receiver. "Hello?
Oh, hi Daniel! Well, we're both still in bed. You
bet we want breakfast! And tell Jack he's buying!
It's the least he can do..." Sam sighed as Janet slid
her finger into the now familiar heat of her sex.
"Give us twenty...no, make that thirty minutes. Oooh,
yeah, see you downstairs..."
Hanging up the phone, she turned on the bed and Janet
was suddenly, happily looking at her short, blonde
curls. She ran a finger through the little patch and
said, "Thirty minutes...not a lot of time..."
As it turned out, they didn't meet with Jack and
Daniel for almost an hour...
Later in the morning, after a fun breakfast made even
more enjoyable by Jack's obvious discomfort and his
inability to say anything worthwhile, the ladies
returned to the pool.
As Sam began to apply sun block to Janet's back, they
both realized they didn't give a damn about any tan.
"Sam...?" Janet began.
"Let's go back the the room...?" Sam finished.
The two of them came back to Colorado Springs with
less of a tan than when they left.
* * * * * *
For the next couple of nights, Jack took his friends
out to see some of the more talked about shows in
Vegas. He even paid a scalper for tickets for
Siegfried and Roy.
Upon their return to their room, every night, Sam and
Janet made love. And it seemed to get even sweeter
and hotter for them.
Their last night in town, Jack got tickets for a
George Carlin midnight show. They got there over an
hour before the show and Jack found out they had
Glenfiddich scotch.
The next morning, in the cab to Clark County Airport,
Sam and Janet chattered away about little of
consequence. Jack again sat in the front seat,
wincing at his hangover.
Janet said, "You know, I think I might buy an
aboveground pool..."
"With a deck!" Sam added eagerly. "What do you
think, Colonel?"
Jack sat quietly in the front seat nursing his
headache and wishing everyone would just shut-up.
Which, of course, they didn't. All the way back to
Colorado.
* * * * * *
Seven weeks later...
It was a typical post-mission briefing after the
team's standard medical exams and showers. Typical
for most of the people around the table in General
Hammond's outer office.
Jack had a strange look on his face and stopped
several times as he tried to tell the general about
P3Y-301. Finally, he blurted out, "Excuse me..." and
bolted for the door.
Sam looked across the table at Janet and gave her
lover a small knowing smile. Revenge was a dish best
served cold.
The End...